England is, after all, the land where children are beaten, wives and babies bashed, football hooligans crunch, and Miss Whip and Miss Lash ply their trade as nowhere else in the western world.
Tradition, if not constantly recreated, can be as much a millstone as a mill-wheel.
It was with the advent of the Laudie London era that I realized the whole teenage epic was tottering to doom.
In England, pop art and fine art stand resolutely back to back.